A Dragon's Tale
Copyright© 2022 by Antiproton
Chapter 84: Christmas in Autumn?
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 84: Christmas in Autumn? - An accident + Magic = A man's mind in a dragon's body. After being pulled into a high-fantasy world of elves, magic, and airships, our hero finds himself chased by lords, hunted by mages, and fighting to protect and nurture those he loves while also fighting his new dragon instincts. I promise a happy ending to this character-driven saga, but don't forget: "the course of true love never did run smooth".
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Restart Magic non-anthro MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
Rachel shouted for joy as loudly as anyone else in the room. The smile on her best friend and lover’s face at the news that her mother’s shame would be removed was incredible. It made her look even more beautiful, which Rachel thought probably violated some law of nature; how could someone that lovely become even more lovely?
Of course, her brain only let her revel in that joy for a few seconds before it started plotting out what that would look like and how it would happen. The Conclave, probably in communication with the palace, would need to create some sort of public ritual to remove someone’s shame. The wood elves were big on their rituals, and this would be no exception.
Once the ritual was agreed upon, and given what Plesius had just said, they would also need to create a list of ‘crimes’ and their corresponding minimum time that a person would need to spend shamed. Then, of course, there was the whole matter of how a previously shamed person should be addressed. Wood elves generally addressed one another with the prefix ‘honored’, but she doubted that would be applied to someone who was newly unshamed, at least initially.
Rachel thought it was pretty likely that Kalaya would be among the first to have her shame removed, and probably the first given House Kalon’s position, Ethan’s involvement, and the fact that Kalaya was The Queen’s sister.
However, something was different this time.
Normally, her brain spun everything possible in a million different directions, mostly focusing on how things could go wrong. This time though, her brain didn’t seem intent on focusing on all the ways it could go wrong. They occurred to her of course, but her brain wasn’t focusing on them.
That was new.
It was nice, but it was new.
Rachel’s train of thought was interrupted by Alana grabbing her with a bear hug, which the redhead happily returned. The initial celebration went on for at least ten minutes, and Rachel had never seen Halvaer and Railen Kalon smile so widely. The celebration eventually died down enough for someone to ask the obvious question.
Unsurprisingly, it was Beth. “So when can Kalaya have her shame removed?”
“Likely soon.” Plesius replied. “While the details and minimum time that a person will be shamed must be decided, I raised the question of Alana’s mother with the Conclave because I was aware that you would ask. They unanimously agreed that over twenty years was more than sufficient time, and by a considerable margin. A subcommittee was selected to present proposals for the de-shaming ceremony. Once the Conclave approves their suggestions, the ceremony can be planned.” He smiled. “Further, among the members of the committee are all of the Conclave members whose relatives have been shamed, few though they are. Thus, I believe that we can expect a recommendation soon.”
Rachel smiled; that was clever of the Conclave.
“Smart.” Ethan said with a toothy grin. Every once in a while, it seemed rather strange to Rachel that she was married to a dragon. This time was no different, not that she’d change it for the world.
“Could my daughter’s name be on my lips again presently?” Railen asked. “If she is to lose her shame, and it has been agreed that she can, could her family perhaps address her before the ceremony?”
“That would be unwise.” Plesius replied. “Part of the ceremony will involve two or three witnesses who testify that the person losing their shame is indeed repentant, which makes it a legal proceeding. Thus, it would be unwise to return to normal interactions before the ceremony.”
“Thank you for explaining.” Railen nodded. Her face had fallen somewhat, but the fall was from the extreme edge of elation to ‘merely’ extremely happy. She looked at her husband.
“I know.” Halvaer Kalon said, his normally stern military demeanor displaying an undeniable smile. “It will be wonderful to have the family whole again.”
“It will.” Railen beamed.
“I must take my leave, honored Prophet.” Plesius said a moment later.
“Take care, and thanks for letting us know; we really appreciate it.” He replied.
“You are welcome.” The high priest bowed once, then left.
“We must depart as well, else some important appointments will be missed.” Halvaer said, some of his stern military demeanor returning, but you could still see the smile.
Alana gave them both a huge hug, then Halvaer approached Ethan.
“Thank you, honored Prophet.” He said. “This would not have happened without you, and you have my undying gratitude for healing my family.”
“I was happy to help.” Ethan replied with a smile.
Halvaer gave him a nod of respect, then he and his wife left.
“Damn, what a morning.” Ethan grinned.
Alana bit her lip, gave him a smoldering look, then glanced at Sarah. “You’re welcome to stay in the suite, but I’d like to thank my husband properly, and I might be a little ... loud.”
Sarah’s cheeks got rather a lot of pink in them, and she nodded.
“Don’t worry.” Selene assured Sarah. “One day after you marry Ethan, he’ll do something for you that just makes your heart melt so much that the only proper response is to tear all your clothes off and let him use your body as his own personal playground.”
Her cheeks went red, but she smiled too, hesitated, then spoke quietly, as if admitting a secret. “I can’t wait.” Suddenly, her cheeks were bright red, but she didn’t look mousey anymore. In fact, there was undeniable longing in her brilliant green eyes, controlled though it was.
Ethan grinned. “I know the feeling.”
Sarah bit her lip, and it looked like she wanted to follow them into the bedroom, but of course she didn’t. Rachel knew the look in her eyes, and it was something she’d never seen from Sarah before. Previously, Ethan’s betrothed had always seemed embarrassed and hesitant about sex. She was still embarrassed, but the longing in her eyes clearly displayed a change in her. Apparently, either losing her demon and/or Kendra’s talk with her a few mornings ago had helped; probably both. The change was subtle, but noticeable.
Alana grabbed Ethan’s arm and tugged him toward the bedroom. “If Sarah wasn’t here, you’d be inside me already.” She said.
“I’ll be back later.” Sarah said, then turned to leave.
“Better make it much later...” Beth said in a slightly sing-song tone. “Alana can go for a long time when she gets like this.”
Sarah opened her mouth to reply, hesitated, then closed it and hastily left. Her cheeks were nearly as dark as Rachel’s own hair ... but she had a wide smile on her face and her eyes were pools of desire.
Ethan watched his betrothed leave with more than a little reluctance, but reminded himself that the proper time would come soon. Hopefully very soon. That made him smile wider.
He let Alana tug him toward the bedroom, letting out a mock sigh like it was a great inconvenience. “A husband’s work never ends. I suppose that I’ll--”
The door shut, and almost the moment the sound reached his ears, Alana leapt onto him and kissed him with a ferocity that she’d never displayed before. Honestly, she might’ve bruised her lips.
“I ... love ... you ... so ... much!” The wood elf said in between kisses as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked them at the ankles behind his back. She then pulled her dress off faster than he would’ve thought possible, which was followed by the exquisite sensation of her entire naked front pressing up against him.
God she felt wonderful.
“I want you inside me now.” She said, only a few seconds after the door had closed.
“Alana dearest, it takes a few seconds to get to full mast--” He stopped as he felt a mouth around the head of his cock.
∗I’ll help.∗ Rachel thought to everyone as she ran her tongue around the head of his rapidly hardening cock. With his redheaded wife doing that and Alana kissing every inch of him she could reach while aggressively grinding her hips against him, it didn’t take long.
“Here.” Rachel said as she slipped off of him with an audible ‘pop’. That was new. Rachel had previously tried to avoid making such sounds, but this time she seemed to do it intentionally. Hmm, she was clearly feeling better too, probably because of that dance she’d shared with her father.
Thankfully, all thoughts of Lord Delmar fled from his mind as he felt a soft, feminine hand wrap around his cock and angle it up toward Alana. It rested between her butt cheeks for a moment before she lifted herself up, and Rachel guided him into position, though the elf didn’t lower herself around him yet.
“Anything you want, I’m yours.” Alana said breathlessly and with conviction. “I don’t care what it is, if there’s anything you’ve been wanting to do to me, do it, I want you to.” She hesitated. “I’ll even, um...” She wiggled her butt a little. “If you really want to.”
Ethan smiled even wider. “Actually, there is something that I’d really, really like to do with you, but I can’t.”
Suddenly, the elf looked slightly alarmed. “Why?”
“Because you’re already pregnant. “ He winked.
She laughed. “I am indeed. I’m carrying your baby right here.” She put her hand on her stomach. “But you’re sure there isn’t anything?”
“Alana, Princess, I think you’re misunderstanding something about me.” He cocked his head to one side. “Honestly, probably men in general.”
“What?” She asked, staring into his eyes with her rich hazel ones. Sarah definitely had the best eyes, but Alana’s were beautiful too, and the look currently in them...
“We like sex, obviously, but do you know why?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I mean, I know it feels amazing, but I assume there’s more?”
He nodded. “It’s the connection. It’s that the only man in the entire world who gets to do this is me, that you share your body and your passion with me, but won’t ever share it with anyone else.” He paused. “Well, any other man; my other wives don’t count, obviously.” He looked around at the rest of them and winked.
“Dom-i-nus.” Beth groaned as she shook her head.
His other wives all rolled their eyes or shook their heads too.
“Look, I’m sure there are some men out there who are turned on by trying the dirtiest, nastiest things in bed that they can think of.” Ethan continued. “However, I’m willing to bet that most men want exactly what I want: they just want a woman who loves them, is devoted to them, and thinks the world of them.” He smiled into her eyes. “I really appreciate that you’re so grateful that you’d let me do anything to you, but that’s not what makes sex special.”
Alana was smiling widely now, and it even looked like her eyes were getting watery.
“What makes it special is you.” He looked her right in the eyes. “It’s that you love me and want to do it with me. That’s the part that matters. We could have 100% plain vanilla sex for the rest of our lives and it would still be special and wonderful.”
“Hey Boss, don’t knock vanilla; a good vanilla is a damn site better than chocolate or a complicated flavor.” Selene piped up. He chose not to comment on the irony of Selene saying that.
“Yes.” He looked Alana directly and deeply in the eyes. “It is.”
Alana swallowed, her eyes shining. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He nodded, still holding her. “And there’s one more thing: you’re a good person outside the bedroom too. This wouldn’t be any fun if you were causing all kinds of drama, but you don’t. Honestly, for as chaotic as everything that’s happened outside has been, our family itself has a lot of peace. I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I can deal with fighting dragons, and necromancers, and giants, and possessed men, and every other damn thing we’re up against. I can handle that. But you know what would make dealing with all of that impossible?”
“Trouble at home?” Alana replied.
“Exactly.” He nodded. “Look, I realize that this might sound strange because I have six wives, and a seventh soon, but I’m a pretty normal guy. Before I met everyone in this room, I would’ve been perfectly happy with one wife, as long as it was one of you.” He looked around. “And I mean that.”
All of his wives beamed at him.
“The dream isn’t seven gorgeous wives ready to drop their clothes in an instant.” He paused. “Okay, I won’t lie, that is a dream a lot of men have.”
His wives chuckled.
“However, it’s more a fantasy than anything else.” He continued. “The real dream is a wife — or wives — who really love you, support you, and want to raise kids with you. I’d bet that 90% of men, probably 95% or more, would be perfectly happy with a wife and kids like that, plus some good honest work so they can provide for them. Men aren’t that complicated; a happy family with a loving wife and some kids, plus a good job, will make most of us happy.”
Several of his wives sniffled.
“That’s the dream, and I have it times six, soon to be seven.” He paused. “And now that I have all of you, I could never let you go.”
“Oh man.” Selene sniffled. “Boss, you might be in for a thorough workout after that.”
His other wives seemed to agree.
Ethan let out a mock sigh. “Oh, if I must; a husband’s work is never--”
He stopped as Alana finally stopped holding herself up, and sank down over his cock so it slid deep inside of her incredibly tight inner sanctum.
It felt like coming home.
Alana felt like she had just come home after a long day as she slid down and felt her wonderful, amazing, incredible husband fill her more full than she would’ve imagined was possible before she’d married him. It was more than that though; her heart felt much fuller than usual too. Not only because of her parents, but mostly because of what Ethan had just said.
Once she was fully seated in her very favorite seat in the entire world, she squeezed her internal muscles as she hugged him tightly.
“A full hug.” Ethan said as he held her back. “I like that.”
She leaned back slightly, ensuring that most of her front was pressed up against him while she looked him in the eyes. “I like you.” She gave him another squeeze. “I like this, but I love you.”
“Now wait just a cotton-pickin’ minute.” Ethan said in a mock-serious tone with an accent that he’d once identified as ‘southern’. “Do you like me or love me? Make up your mind.”
She chuckled.
He did too. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how it feels when a woman laughs while I’m inside of her.”
“If you spend enough time inside of me, you might.” She replied with an impish grin. “It’s certainly worth a try.”
“I suppose.” He said with a mock-long-suffering sigh, then looked around. “Well ladies, I think I need to take Alana to the bedroom and see how many orgasms it takes to make her unconscious; anyone want to join--”
“I do!” Beth jumped up excitedly with an infectious excitement that brought a smile to their husband’s face.
“Dress casual.” Alana said as she started rocking her hips around their husband. “Very casual.”
Beth beat everyone else to taking her dress off, though Tee was nearly as fast.
“Oh, I was thinking a tux.” Ethan said casually as he slid his hands across her back, hitting that spot on her spine that always made her weak in the knees.
“If you can--” Alana sighed. “--can put one on without me needing to move, then...” She sighed again as his hands brushed the very outside of her breasts and she spoke in a slightly pleading tone. “ ... please just start already; I’m not Selene.”
“No, you’re not.” He wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place, then started powerfully thrusting up into her. She would’ve kissed him, but her tiny wood elf body felt almost like a rag doll in his arms.
“Look at me.” Ethan said after a minute or two, which already had Alana on the edge.
She did.
She looked deep into his eyes. He looked back into hers. That moment stretched out into what seemed like eternity.
∗ ∗ ∗
Beth watched her husband and Alana stare into each other’s eyes for several long moments before she realized that she’d seen this before. Ethan had mostly stopped moving and despite that, Alana’s breaths were getting shallower and more breathy.
“Any second.” The blonde whispered.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Alana started trembling as Ethan groaned slightly. Her eyes rolled back into her head slightly, then she leaned forward and flopped against him as her whole body shuddered.
“How? They were barely moving.” Selene stared from next to Beth, and the blonde couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was, as usual. Beth would’ve been happy being married to just Ethan, but the fact that he had so many beautiful wives to share a bed with was a really nice bonus in her mind.
“I don’t know.” Beth replied. “They’ve done this before and I still don’t get it.”
“Oh.” Selene shrugged. “Me either.”
After several long moments, Alana opened her eyes and looked at him. “Really?”
“Yup.” He nodded. “It doesn’t take anything fancy in bed; the biggest turn-on is that you want to be in bed with me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m up for trying new things, but that’s not what I’m really after.”
“I like that.” She nodded slowly. “It takes the pressure off if I can just be me.”
He nodded, then put his hand on her small but shapely breast. “Though, pressure can be appealing.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
She sighed.
“Dominus, I don’t want to pressure you--” Beth paused. “Well, kind of one way, but that’s not what I meant.”
“The bedroom?” He asked, still standing with Alana in his arms.
She nodded. “It’s way more comfortable for all of us; we wouldn’t fit on the couch.”
“Actually...” Selene grinned. “There might be a way. A potentially fun way if we stack things a little differently...” She looked around at all the wives in the room. “Well, maybe two stacks.”
Ethan raised his eyebrow at her. “Not today, but maybe another day.”
“What is it?” Beth asked. Her husband might not want to try new things in bed today, but she loved it and was always up for it.
“Selene, could you please take Beth’s mind off the fact that neither of us are going to tell her today.” Ethan replied with good-natured malice in his eyes, then he started walking toward the bedroom while still carrying Alana. He put a little bounce in his step, which very shortly had the wood elf moaning and sighing.
“Selene, what--” Beth’s question was cut off as Selene pressed her lips to the blonde’s own lips. Damn. It was so distracting when--
Selene cupped one of Beth’s breasts and then pinched her nipple. Hard. Beth almost came right there.
“Patience is a virtue.” Selene said in a slightly sing-song tone after breaking the kiss. She then released the one nipple, only to cup the blonde’s other breast and pinch the other nipple.
Beth gasped.
Damn, she was good at that.
“Now, come along dear.” Selene said in a mock-matronly tone as she gently led Beth toward the bedroom by her nipple. That very inconveniently made the blonde slightly weak in the knees. Damn, Selene was so, so good at that. Beth thought that if she ‘misbehaved’ just right, she might even get the gorgeous woman to spank her.
Beth had just enough presence of mind to wonder what Sarah would think when she found out what the blonde enjoyed in bed, but then Selene started running a hand across Beth’s naked skin and the blonde found her thoughts scattering.
Rachel couldn’t help but smile at Beth’s ‘discomfort’ as Selene got the insatiable teen into the bedroom. Any of Ethan’s other wives would’ve been furious if someone had tried that on them, but Beth ... well, the blonde’s tastes were rather different. In fact, it looked like she was getting close to that rather wonderful state where the brain disconnected from everything else and just was.
Rachel liked that.
She liked it a lot.
It was one of the few times that she felt like her brain got any kind of break. Honestly, it was one of the really nice perks of sex that she didn’t know if other people would appreciate.
“Brain going a mile a minute?” Kendra asked from beside her as they walked into the bedroom. Ethan had set Alana down on the bed and was now making the wood elf sigh and moan in equal measure.
“Always, but this helps.” She gestured toward the bed. “It’s one of the rare times that I can just let go and just be, which is really nice.”
Kendra nodded slowly. “I realize that I’m not Alana, and I always feel awkward about starting things, but I’d be happy to help empty your head a little for the next few minutes.” She smiled.
Rachel smiled back. “Always so practical.”
“I’ll make you a deal.” Kendra’s eyes twinkled a little as she shrugged out of her dress. “I’ll be less practical if you slow your brain down.”
Rachel chuckled.
Kendra stepped forward and motioned up with her hands. “Arms.”
Rachel was past the point where she would hesitate at things like that, which was good. It had taken some time to get there though. She lifted her arms.
Kendra quickly, efficiently, and gently pulled her dress off, then hooked her thumb into the wrap that Rachel used to support her rather large breasts. Sometimes, she wished they were smaller like Beth’s or Taloni’s so she didn’t need the wrap. Of course, she always changed her mind about that whenever Ethan was touching them.
“I’m jealous.” Kendra said as she unhooked the corner of the wrap and tugged, leading Rachel to spin on the spot so it would come off. “I always wanted ones more like yours.”
Rachel stopped spinning as the wrap fell away, leaving her topless. As much as she had been nervous about it early in the marriage, she rather enjoyed it now.
Kendra sighed at Rachel’s breasts, brushed them gently, then spoke. “What’s it like?”
“Heavy and uncomfortable without support.” The redhead replied honestly.
“As our husband would probably say: ‘I can be supportive.” Kendra cupped Rachel’s breasts and began to massage them very gently, even perfectly.
Rachel let out a soft sigh, then closed her eyes and let her head roll back a little. “You’re good at that.”
“At this point, I have plenty of practice.” Kendra replied with a smile in her tone.
A moment later, Rachel felt warm breath on one of her breasts, followed by a gentle kiss. She sighed again. Why did this feel so natural when Ethan and her fellow wives were around? She couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone except Alana when Ethan wasn’t around. But when he was, it was nice to--
Kendra brushed her lower lips with her fingers and Rachel sucked in her breath.
“No thinking, remember?” Kendra said.
Then, somehow, without Rachel even realizing it, she found that Kendra had maneuvered her to the bed, and she flopped down backwards onto it, landing on her back. It occurred to her that she hadn’t checked to make sure she wouldn’t fall on anyone. Huh, she supposed that she trusted Kendra that much.
Speaking of, the warrior woman was sensually ‘attacking’ her body with the kind of precision that Rachel might’ve expected from, well, the Aldmiri. Apparently, she had been paying attention to previous times in the bedroom because--
She sucked in her breath as a tongue flicked her clitoris.
“Mind if I tag in?” The loveliest feminine voice in the entire Ten Kingdoms said from somewhere nearby.
Rachel lifted her head and looked down to discover that the tongue belonged not to Kendra, but to Alana. She smiled even wider. The wood elf had that wonderful glow about her that all of Ethan’s wives always had after spending time with their husband in bed.
“No thinking.” Kendra repeated, and her tone had a very subtle teasing, playful note like Taloni or Beth often had. The warrior woman reached down and gently began massaging Rachel’s large and very sensitive breasts, enough to drive the thoughts from her mind, especially as Alana put her soft, smooth tongue to work on her most sensitive place.
Rachel let the thoughts drift from her mind, only vaguely aware that the bed was being shaken more than usual. It must be Beth’s turn.
Beth’s absolute favorite thing in the world was when her husband grabbed her, pinned her to the bed, and just took her. She loved when he hammered her tiny little body like he was trying to break her. Not that he ever would — she knew he would never hurt her — but she wanted to feel like he might. At this moment, she was pinned to the bed with his arms wrapped around her arms, pinning her completely immobile. She couldn’t move or escape if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to.
The blonde let out a strangled groan as he tightened his arms around her, slightly constricting her entire torso as he slammed into her and outright growled into her ear. Before she’d married Ethan, she would’ve never believed that pain could be so wonderful. Okay, not really pain, but it almost felt like he was crushing her, and she loved it.
Then, without warning, Ethan suddenly let go of her. She was slightly stunned, but didn’t have long to recover because he expertly flipped her around onto her hands and knees, grabbed her waist-length blonde hair, wrapped his hand around a handful of it for more leverage, and then pulled her up so she was only on her knees.
She moaned.
God she loved how he handled her!
He slid back inside of her slowly and forcefully, arching her back and neck as he pulled her neck close to his mouth and kissed it. She shuddered. He wrapped his arm around her torso and — as Selene had done just minutes before — pinched her nipple.
She came.
The wonderful tightness in her body that had been winding up suddenly snapped, and she just wasn’t ready for it. Her legs went weak. They probably wouldn’t have been able to support her even if she had remembered to try to support herself. She hadn’t. Ethan was completely and fully supporting her as he slowly but forcefully moved in and out of her.
Just as her orgasm was winding down, Ethan tightened his grip on her hair, which she loved even outside the bedroom; it almost felt like a scalp massage when he did it.
“I want you to imagine something.” Ethan whispered in her ear as he gently massaged her breast with his hand.
She shuddered, her whole body feeling like it was on fire at the sensations.
“Imagine the war is over, we’ve won, and your conquering husband wants to add to his family...” He thrust inside of her strongly as her breath caught.
Her orgasm slowed its downward trajectory, faltering but not completely disappearing.
“It’s safe, and you’re next...” Ethan whispered into her ear. “ ... next to be bred.”
She moaned.
“It’s your most fertile time of the month.” He continued whispering softly into her ear as he held her in place and slid in and out of her. It was the forceful way he often did, but with what he was saying ... Oh. My. Word. It was so much better.
“Your fellow wives have been teasing you all day, and it’s finally time.” He continued. “You feel something huge inside of you--” He pushed forward to make a point. “--and at that moment, you know that you are going to be bred. You’re going to carry a baby. You’re going to mix yourself with your husband to create a child.”
Beth whimpered as her nether regions seemed to forget that orgasms were supposed to end, not start building again before the previous one was over.
“And then it happens.” Ethan continued as he sped up. “You’re in your husband’s arms and he whispers into your ear.”
Beth was reaching a crescendo higher than any she had felt before. Her entire body was on a hair trigger, her mouth open wide in a silent moan.
“Here it comes.” Ethan said, then thrust powerfully into her. Moments later, she felt a burst of warmth deep inside of her, right up against her womb.
Her body snapped again, releasing the most powerful wave of pleasure that she’d ever felt. She lost all control of her body as it nearly vibrated, driving every thought, feeling, and emotion out of her head as the massive tsunami washed over her and carried her with it. She was tumbling like driftwood on the ocean, barely aware that her wonderful husband was still holding her.
“Imagine that right now, they’re swimming toward your womb, about to create a baby...” Ethan breathed into her ear as she slowly started to come down, both metaphorically and literally since Ethan had lowered her to the bed.
His words set her off again.
“Master, what did you do to her?” Taloni stared wide-eyed at her fellow wife and sometimes partner in ‘crime’ as she lay on the bed, clearly out of it. Her body was regularly spasming, twitching, or even almost convulsing.
“Um, yeah.” Master’s expression was a strange combination of pride and amusement, with a tiny bit of sheepishness in it. “I might’ve told her to imagine I was getting her pregnant after the war was over.”